Page 34 of Nova

With her legs wrapped around my waist and my dick nestled up to her core. I stare into her eyes before I reach over my head and pull my shirt off.

“Now we’re Netflix and chilling,” I lean in and kiss her.

Her moan sets me on edge, but it’s when she grinds her core on my dick that I throw caution to the wind and pull the thin straps of her camisole down so her breast pops out.

“Tell me no now, Simone,” I plead with her, but her answer is to shove my head down to her nipple, which I promptly pop into my mouth as my hands find their way into her tiny shorts.

Her feet push my sweats off my ass, and in less time than a commercial break, we’re on her couch, naked and needy for one another.

“I need,” she whimpers as my fingers find her center.

“I know what you need.” She shoves me back and gets off the couch.

Oh shit.

Did I fuck up? I’m on the verge of apologizing when Simone drops to her knees and swallows half my length in one go.

“Oh fuck,” I was not prepared for that.

Nor was I ready to have her cell phone start ringing ten seconds later. Simone growls around my shaft, and her teeth scrape my skin, causing me to hiss.

“Dove, watch your teeth. Now concentrate on me. I’ll get the phone.” I pick it up off the couch and see red.

Incoming call from Tyler.

I turned it on so she could see, and she started to back off. I shake my head and push her back down until I hit the back of her throat. I hit accept and put it on speaker.

“Hello?” I grab her hair, pull her up to my tip, and then shove her back down.

She moans right on my cue.

“I need to speak to Simone!” Tyler says urgently.

“Simone can’t come to the phone right now. She’s too busy sucking my cock. Can I take a message?” Her eyes widen at me, and I wink.

“You disgusting pig! She would never do that.” Well, that’s an interesting response.

“Oh, but she would. Maybe just not for you. Did you have a message?” The phone disconnects, and I toss it away.

“You never sucked his dick?” She shakes her head as she slurps on me.

“Good fucking girl. Get up here and ride me.” Her mouth opens on a pop, and she stands looking between my mouth and my cock.

“Both, Dove. You can ride both. Just tell me how you want me.” It takes her a moment before she straddles my hips and grabs my shoulders.

I pinch her chin so I have her full attention.

“We do this, and you’re mine. We fly to Vegas in the morning and then to my family. We’re all in you and I.” I push myself right inside her and hold still.

“Simone, I need your words.” Her mouth opens and then closes.

“I don’t have a choice.” Her voice is full of doubt, and I shake my head.

“You always have a choice, but I want you to pick me anyway. Your parents want you married. I’m not clear on the motive, but I do know the man they picked for you is a douchebag. You’re meant to be mine, not his.” I thrust into her, and she gasps.

“Mine,” I growl into her ear.

“Yes.” Three letters never sounded so fucking good.

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